It looks like this is going to be a multiparter and I don’t know how many parts so just deal.

Now where did I leave off, Oh thats right, Oldprig the Orc Warrior. Prig was a unique person I just didn’t know it yet. Everything started off nice and casual. Detached really, if you want the honest truth. We never spoke of anything personal just quest stuff. After several days though I started to become chatty, like I do. I was worried I was talking too much, but he never told me to hoosh. When I the revelation of my gender happened he really wasn’t surprised. Apparently I type like a girl. I am not sure if I should be insulted or not. So there we were running around areas way too high for me to be in. Apparently, I was bait. Prig would drag me to an area where I could just barely skin the things that were trying to eat me. He was about 15 levels above me at the time and each time I logged off for more than a day I would come back and that number would be much much higher. I didn’t really get to “play” the game so much as I was drug through it by my tail being told it would “all be ok” and I would be “protected” and “woman clean up this mess”. Apparently, I didn’t skin fast enough for the Warrior’s liking. Prig became more and more bold as he took me places where the levels were ??’s and skulls. This should have been a hint, but no I followed him everywhere offering what heals I could. I did not know that this early conditioning would lead to the unique way I play my class (read: u pley ur cls rong n00b).

After a while my natural RP nature started to take hold and I developed a few custom emotes. If I knew we were about to go into the ?? and skulls territories I threw this one “Aithnea places cheese on self”. Honestly, it’s not a decent burger if there is no cheese. I was trying to show the things that would be gnawing on me some kindness. This of course lead to “Aithnea pours A1 on self” and “Aithnea rolls around in some BBQ sauce”. All of which were really more for those that would be nomming upon my squishy cow self. Really it was more of a convenience for him this way. I just stood still and everything in the zone would aggro on me. Shit would come running in from off screen, it was nuts. And so there we were, Aith and Prig, just a couple of weirdos in WoW. *hums on the road again*

Then we added another to our crew. I am not sure how it happened but we came across a corpse that needed some help. And so, Fleshrotted joined our little crew. So there we were a Tauren, an Orc and a Corpse. I honestly cannot say that anything can compare to those times running with those two. The fun we had, the conversations, the (CENSORED DUE TO CONTENT) that would come up. Just us being us. Our personalities all came through our typing. I had gotten to know quite a bit about the man behind Prig long before the Corpse came along. Adding another person to the group just made things more interesting.

Fleshrotted suggested we make Orc Warlocks. I knew I could not create another character on Oni’s account so I made the decision to create my own account knowing that I could not move Aithnea. I created Ponygirl my first Warlock and not long after PyrettaBlaze my first hunter. the Corpse created Slaughtered and we ran our locks together for a while until one day he just disappeared. Now by this time I was really into the game but it was kind of lonely only playing with Prig again. I wanted to play with someone I could talk to IRL about WoW. So, I got my friend hooked on it. He created MikeyLikesIt (I don’t know) an Orc Shaman. And I ran around helping him level. I got both Pony and Pyre over level 20 and we lost our internet…for over 6 months. The joke that went around was that my absence was why the guild died.

Mikey kept playing with Prig and he would keep Prig updated on the goings on in my life and in turn update me on the goings on in WoW and such. It was a miserable time because all I really wanted was to play but with loss of job and such, the internet was a frivolity that could not be afforded at the time. It was a very long 6 months but I learned to survive without WoW and it was actually a good thing because I realized that I did not need WoW, I just liked having it there. It helped me learn priorities and I like to think that I have kept myself from going crazy as far as the game is concerned.

When we finally got our internet back I was able to log into WoW and of course Prig had missed me. The game had been glitching pretty bad, but that was because we had missed several patches and some of them did not download properly. When TBC finally came out all that was fixed, but I am jumping ahead. My friends were glad I was back and even the Corpse was back. Apparently he had entered into a relationship with a girl that had the “Its me or the game” attitude and since he enjoyed getting his (CENSORED! FOR THE LOVE OF THRALL CENSORED!!!)and who doesn’t really? Things apparently went down hill and drama, drama, drama. So now he was back and it was us again. The Cow two Orcs and a Corpse.

The tale will have to end there for now, but tune in tomorrow for part 3! ooooh, are we all excited? well? are we? Someone? Anyone?

-Kanti